First – I’m sooooo happy to be back at work. There are issues still being worked out, including getting back on a so-called ‘normal’ schedule.
That said, I’d just like to say my husband has the devil’s own luck when it comes to the middle of the night feedings. In all fairness, while I wasn’t working I didn’t make him get up with the twins. Why, when I could take a nap during the day to make up for some of what I missed at night?
So, now that I’m back at work (and trying to get enough sleep so I don’t lose my milk supply), I’m starting to nudge him into taking some of the night feedings. Friday night he was supposed to get up with the girls. My father-in-law was up so he took the feeding. Grrrr. Saturday night, I think hubby got it. The days kind of blur still, so I’m not sure.
Last night I’d told hubby he was getting the middle-of-the-night feeding because my old insomnia issues are kicking up and I’d only gotten three to four hours Monday night, so I was going to get a nice 7-8 hour chunk. The twins slept through until 10 minutes before my alarm was due to go off at 4a this morning (I had to get up to pump).
REALLY!?!?! What’s fair about THAT?!
Once again, he wriggled out of having to get up. However, he took pains to get up and talk to me for about 20 minutes (useful conversation actually, dealing with some of the things causing my insomnia) while I fed them. And he heated the bottles a little while I was waking up and getting the girls out of their beds. Then, as he goes back to bed after having a snack, he deliberately says, “I was up for 20 minutes. I can go back to bed without feeling guilty now.”